When the rest of the Yijian Sect heard this, they all looked at the male disciple.

"What's wrong, Kong Xian?" Jing Xiuyang looked over.

"Sect Master..."Kong Xian was a little uncomfortable: "I have the same name as Senior Sister Tinghuang..."

Tinghuang was also a little stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect it.

Jing Xiuyang didn't have much reaction, because over the years, there have been many disciples who have drawn opponents from their own sects. It's just that this is the first time that their Yijian Sect has encountered such a situation.

After all, there are too many people, red and black are in one box, and the lottery is all a way of luck, which can only be said to be unlucky.

"Huh?" The other disciples were a little at a loss, "What should I do, no matter who wins, our sect will lose a point in the end." ”

"Alright." Jing Xiuyang appeased: "It's just one point, you put all your thoughts on scoring points in tomorrow's team competition, and then our Yijian faction will not be bad." ”

"Poof." Hearing this, many people from the Moyun Sect in front laughed. Mo Hong also mocked: "Yes, you have always been the first from the bottom, and you can't be any worse." ”

Jing Xiuyang ignored them and turned his gaze to look at the game.

"Jing Xiuyang, how about we make a bet?" Mo Hong's fat face was full of obscene smiles: "Let's bet on how long you can last in tomorrow's team competition." I think it's only half a pillar of incense. ”

"Sect Master, you estimate too much, I think they will be beaten down as soon as they come to power." Zhao Wu was on the side to help. It also made the other disciples of the Moyun Sect laugh.

"Sect Master, these two eyes are comfortable watching the game." Qing Ling was chatting with Jing Xiuyang on the side, but his voice was deliberately raised.

"yes." Jing Xiuyang glanced at Mo Hong playfully, responding to Qing Ling's words.

"You guys!" Mo Hong covered his left eye, it was the one who was blinded by Long Yi yesterday, and the accompanying Dan Shi said that there was no possibility of recovery, and he was desperate for a while.

It was his sister who said that she would find a way for him, so he felt a little more relieved, but when they suddenly mentioned it, he felt a faint pain in his eyes.

Although Mo Hong was angry, he still kept his mouth shut, he gloated for a while but forgot about yesterday's events, the adult of Zixiao Country could not be easily offended, otherwise it would be himself who was unlucky.

Let them be proud for a while, and wait for tomorrow's team competition, which will definitely make them unable to eat and walk.

The competition has been going on for an hour, and now it has reached twelfth place. The first person in the Yijian Sect to enter the field was a disciple whose strength was only at the middle level of the Xuanling Master, the fourteenth.

At this moment, his legs were also a little trembling, although he was still considered to be in the middle and upper ranks of the entire Yijian Sect, but his strength was too low in today's competition, a full one hundred and eighty disciples, listening to the words of the sect master yesterday, there were only twenty people in the middle level of the Xuanling Master. If you're unlucky enough to lose the game, then...

"Senior Brother Feng Hai, don't be nervous." Qingchen felt Feng Hai's fidgeting beside him.

"Big... Big brother. I didn't. Although Feng Hai wanted to restrain himself, his heart was still pounding.

Senior Brother Feng Hai was sweating all over his body as soon as he was nervous. Ha ha. Qing Ling watched Feng Hai's sweaty joke from the sidelines.

"Big... Senior sister. Feng Hai still wanted to refute, but his face turned red and he didn't say anything, he was really nervous.

"Qingling!" Ouyang Qing looked at Qingling with a serious face, and then looked at Feng Hai: "Don't worry, it's just a small competition." ”

"Mentor Ouyang, I'm afraid of embarrassing our Yijian Sect." Feng Hai lowered his head, a little frustrated, as the first person to appear in the entire sect, if he lost, wouldn't it be a bad start.

"Senior brother." Tianhuang opened his eyes and said indifferently: "The meaning of the game is to surpass yourself. As the first one to appear, as long as you make sure that you don't get hurt, you will give us a long face, and we will take care of the rest. ”

"Senior Sister Tilting Phoenix." Feng Hai listened to Qian Huang's words, and for some reason his heart settled down, and nodded: "I won't let myself get hurt." ”

"Senior Sister Tinghuang is right, with us, besides, junior brother, you may not necessarily lose." Qing Ling patted Feng Hai on the shoulder, "Play well, and when you go back, Senior Sister will invite you to have a good meal." ”

"Senior sister, I want to eat too." "And me!" The other disciples also raised their hands when they heard this

"Okay, well, I won't forget a few of you."

The atmosphere of the Yijian Sect was active again, and Feng Hai was completely relaxed.

"Hmph, dying throes." The other sects looked at the Yijian Sect's laughter and sneered.

"Next, the disciples of the fourteenth Yijian Sect and the Biyu Sect will come to power." Wu Lao's voice sounded.

Feng Hai left his seat, but he didn't expect that the opponent he drew turned out to be the strongest Biyu faction. I thought that if there were other sects, there would be some possibilities for me, but the weakest of this Biyu sect were all higher than their own level, and it seemed that they were doomed to lose this time. Then listen to Senior Sister Tinghuang and let yourself not be hurt.

The disciples of the Biyu Sect stood on the stage and waited for Feng Hai, and when they saw him on stage, they just said lightly to start, and then took out their weapons.

Feng Hai also took out his spirit sword, although he couldn't win, he still had to go all out.

Although the disciples of the Biyu Sect did not exert their full strength, because of the gap in cultivation, Feng Hai still felt very difficult, and after resisting dozens of moves, he felt that he could no longer stand on his feet.

Feng Hai looked at the disciples of the Biyu Sect who were about to kick him off the stage with a move, and hurriedly took out another spirit sword from the storage bag and blocked it in front of him.

The disciples of the Biyu Sect looked at this action and thought that Feng Hai was going to make some big move, so they stopped and waited for Feng Hai's next move.

Feng Hai held the sword in his hand, looked at the disciples of the Biyu Sect, and suddenly shouted, "I surrender!" ”

Disciple of the Biyu Sect......

Ladies and gentlemen......

The face of the disciple of the Biyu Sect was strange, he thought that Feng Hai was going to fight to the death, but he put on a pose just to shout and surrender. What's the difference between that and being kicked off the stage by yourself.

"Biyu Gate wins." Wu Lao announced flatly, not bothering to raise his eyes.

The disciples of the other sects below were bored: "What is this fighting?" It's over in just a few moments? ”

"I thought the first few games would be boring enough, but I didn't expect this to be more boring."

"Okay, the gap between the two realms, unless there is a high-level spirit weapon, otherwise he can't win no matter how hard he fights, it's better to end it early to save some time."

"That's it, the strongest fights the weakest, isn't this the result that has been known for a long time, hahaha."

Feng Hai stepped down and returned to the Yijian faction, still feeling a little guilty in his heart, and everyone stepped forward to comfort him.

Qian Huang also spoke: "Senior brother, I have done a good job of not letting myself be injured in front of an opponent who is stronger than myself. ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Feng Hai, if you look at us next, Senior Sister will definitely beat them all down."

"Next, the fifteenth Biyu Sect and the disciples of the Bipolar Sect will come to power." The competition continued, and the other disciples of the Yijian Sect who were close to the competition were also preparing.

"The twentieth Yijian Sect and Vajra Sect disciples came to power." Hearing Wu Lao's voice, Cheng Xing stood up.

"Little junior brother, come on!" The other disciples of the Yijian Sect spoke one after another.

"Little junior brother, come on, wait until you go back, senior sister will personally cook something for you." Cheng Xing listened to Qing Ling's words, reflexively avoided his body, he was made by this woman, and now his reaction speed has become faster.

Cheng Xing looked at Tilting Phoenix, and Tilting Phoenix just nodded lightly and encouraged him.

It just so happens that this is the first time to see Cheng Xing make a move, so I can analyze it well.

Cheng Xing opened his mouth, originally the young lady could still encourage Senior Brother Feng Hai, thinking that she would also say something to herself.

No, what are you thinking about, you must show your best in the next game and prove that you have the ability to protect Miss.

The Vajra Sect focuses on defense, and the disciple who came to power has just advanced to the Xuanling Master, and now against Cheng Xing, he doesn't care too much.

"Boy, you are one level lower than me, it's better to surrender directly, otherwise I won't be able to save your head with this fist."

Qian Huang is not too worried about Cheng Xing, he has drunk Xuanling water, and his physique is much stronger than most people, although he has not been specially trained, but his current physical strength should be not much different from that of the disciples of the Vajra Sect.

Almost none of the Vajra Sect disciples have spiritual weapons, their best weapon is their own body, and the physical strength of those who cultivate to the extreme is even comparable to that of high-level demonic beasts, such as the sect master of their Vajra Sect, Jin Bafeng.